"Hello! May I ask your name?"
Rock Lee's voice carried an unconscious tone of respect as he addressed Naruto.
"My name is Uzumaki Naruto! No need to be so formal—this is just a little insight of mine."
Naruto smiled warmly. His Taijutsu skills weren't at some world-shaking level, but compared to what the Academy taught, they were already leagues ahead.
"Naruto-kun! May I train with you?"
Lee's eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"Of course! Come with me."
Naruto led Lee to his usual training ground. As they arrived, Lee took in the sight with surprise—the space was simple but well-organized and well-equipped.
"This is your training ground, Naruto-kun?"
Lee looked around, quietly admiring the thoughtful layout. It was far more refined than his own humble practice area.
"Just Naruto is fine. I always train here," Naruto said, walking toward a patch of ground where he usually set up traps.
Lee didn't speak, simply followed, curiosity shining in his eyes.
Soon, the two stood beside an old trap Naruto had left earlier. It was empty. No prey had been caught this time. Naruto squatted and inspected the setup. After learning real trap-setting techniques recently, this older one looked far too crude in his eyes.
Without hesitation, he dismantled it and began crafting several improved traps using what he'd learned—each one subtly hidden in the surroundings.
After finishing, Naruto turned and warned, "Lee, be careful around here from now on. These traps are easy to miss. Other than me, no one really comes to this place."
"Naruto-kun—uh, Naruto, what are these traps for?" Lee asked, correcting himself mid-sentence.
"They're for hunting. I use them to catch meat—it's how I get my protein. Only with enough meat can I train properly," Naruto said seriously.
Lee looked a little hesitant at that answer.
Naruto noticed and chuckled lightly. "You didn't think I came from some big clan or something, did you? I'm an orphan."
"Ah! I'm sorry, Naruto! I didn't know..."
Lee looked genuinely shocked and immediately bowed his head in apology. He hadn't realized Naruto, like himself, was also an orphan.
"It's fine, Lee. Let's start training."
Naruto jumped into his usual regimen. His training intensity was on par with Lee's, but he completed the sets faster, moving with practiced efficiency. Some of the exercises were things Lee had never seen before, while others were the same ones Naruto had shared with him earlier.
Lee followed the techniques Naruto had taught him. Under the morning sun, the two boys trained silently, their movements sharp and focused.
Time passed quietly.
From that day onward, Lee began meeting Naruto regularly at the training ground. After asking around about Naruto's background, he was surprised to find that Naruto was actually a year younger than him.
But Naruto's maturity, dedication, and strength left a deep impression on Lee. Even though Naruto was technically younger, Lee had already come to view him as an older brother figure.
After learning more about how Naruto was treated in the village, Lee took it upon himself to help however he could—starting by buying groceries for Naruto.
He mainly bought vegetables and other essentials. As an orphan himself, Lee didn't have much money to spare and rarely ate meat.
But now, thanks to Naruto's hunting traps, they had meat to eat every day. Combined with Naruto's unique training methods, Lee felt his strength growing by leaps and bounds.
After parting ways with Lee that day, Naruto returned home and collapsed onto his bed.
He stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought.
"Should I develop a communication method that even the Anbu can't detect?"
Every time Naruto trained, he had to suppress his full potential. The constant surveillance of the Anbu—especially from the shadows of the Third Hokage and Danzo—was a weight on his shoulders.
He couldn't even teach Lee some of the more advanced Taijutsu routines he'd refined, fearing it would draw the attention of those two old foxes.
If it weren't for his Heaven Rewards Diligence ability, even these Taijutsu routines would've become obsolete for him by now.
Naruto needed stronger training.
Training that would push his body and spirit far beyond what anyone in the village thought possible.
But if Naruto increased his training intensity any further, he risked revealing a physical capability already nearing Chūnin level. Combine that with sufficient chakra reserves and mastery of Ninjutsu, and he'd become too conspicuous—an anomaly impossible to ignore.
That was dangerous.
So Naruto began brainstorming ways to communicate without being overheard—or even seen—by the ever-watchful Anbu.
A cipher?
No. He couldn't underestimate the skills of a trained shinobi. Any code he created could eventually be cracked.
If only there was a phone...
That thought sparked a flash of inspiration.
"That's it... Why not make one?"
Chakra was a blend of spiritual and physical energy. It could not only fuel techniques but also carry information—as proven by the chakra consciousness of the Fourth Hokage and Uzumaki Kushina that still resided within his own body.
That alone proved it: Chakra could hold memory, personality, even identity.
"If I can convert sound into chakra... and then back into sound in someone else's mind... it would be possible to communicate telepathically. I could even imprint a consciousness fragment into someone else's mind! That way, our conversation wouldn't leave any trace."
Naruto sat down cross-legged and began to meditate, giving the impression to his watchers in the shadows that he was simply refining his chakra.
But in truth, his mind was working overtime, sketching out ideas and systems.
If he were an ordinary person, this might take years.
But Naruto had a cheat—his Heaven Rewards Diligence system.
"Chakra Sound Transmission Concept +2!"
"Chakra Sound Transmission Concept +3!"
The cheerful system prompts echoed like celestial music in his mind.
Still, by the next morning, even after staying up all night thinking, Naruto hadn't completely stabilized the technique. The transmission was unstable, sometimes garbled. Sentences lost meaning during conversion.
He experimented further.
Naruto mentally constructed a chakra-based information center inside his mind—a hub where sound was encoded into chakra, sent, and then decoded safely by the brain.
The goal was clear:
Avoid mental strain while maintaining full clarity and security.
After multiple failures, Naruto felt he was close.
Maybe a few more days, and he'd complete it.
At school, he continued to refine the idea mentally, even during class. Two days passed like this, and the fatigue was catching up to him.
"Hinata, help me keep an eye on things for a bit—I need to rest."
Naruto whispered to the shy girl next to him, then laid his head down and fell asleep instantly.
Across the room, Sasuke—who often kept an eye on Naruto—noticed him sleeping but didn't judge him.
Sasuke had been training hard himself. He could now perform hand seals silently beneath his desk while still keeping up with the lesson.
But seeing Naruto resting, Sasuke didn't think he was slacking off.
He remembered the times he saw Naruto returning home every night, exhausted and drenched in sweat, having trained himself to the brink of collapse.
"Tch… Uzumaki Naruto, that guy…"
Sasuke gritted his teeth.
He was always considered the top of the class, but if Naruto ever stopped holding back...
Sasuke wasn't sure he could beat him.
Two more days passed.
Naruto's eyes snapped open in shock and excitement.
He'd finally done it.
Not only had he succeeded in creating the technique—he had even upgraded it!
He named the technique:
Chakra Dialogue Room—or simply, Chakra Chat Room.
It didn't just allow sound transmission.
Using chakra to form a spiritual link, Naruto could now create a shared consciousness space—a mental room where individuals could communicate telepathically.
Each participant could project a version of themselves through chakra, allowing for one-on-one or even group conversations.
And best of all?
The entire exchange occurred silently within the mind—completely undetectable to outsiders.
Naruto had drawn inspiration from the chat groups of his past life, adapting the idea to the shinobi world. In this version, chakra acted both as the signal and the carrier.
There was still room for improvement, of course.
But it worked.
And for Naruto, that meant one thing—freedom from the eyes of the Anbu.
At last, he could train, teach, and prepare for the future without being watched.
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